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* Ah, yes. Summer. 90 dee grees. I deeply question my January-in-the-cold decision to forego installation of a new AC system (current one was born in 1989). Considered a sound economic strategy (arrived at while wading through a foot of snow). I find I am playing AML's game of 'well then what do you like?' every 5 minutes. I migrate from the west side of the house to the east side and back again throughout the day, searching  for that nirvana cool spot. The dog no longer sleeps on the bed but finds refuge on the tile floor. Well then. What do I like?

^cut flowers on a book table, in sight when I wake up
^ice
^juice pops
^bird song in the morning
^immersing myself in books read ages ago and revisited
^veg from a CSA which forces me to eat things I would not necessarily buy and eat
^darkened rooms saturated in sweet, soothing smells
^rising with the bird song, getting chores done, driving through the still sleeping city
^which reminds me of visiting new cities and walking in the early hours as it wakes up
^hibernating throughout the day then creeping out just before dark and a little past dark
^supplying water to dogs, plants, me
^breathing, breathing